What Being A Black Man Means To Me

I Want To Smile On My Deathbed, Not Cry On My Deathbed

Maxwell Jordan


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At the end of it all, I want to die with a smile of accomplishment on my face (I won against life), not cry with tears of regret in my eyes (I lost to life).

“There is beauty is the struggle and triumph in overcoming the pain.” — Maxwell Jordan

Life is not fair. It will beat you down, kick you while you are down and spit on you just to remind you of how much of a bitch it is.

Weak people take advantage of the struggles of others. They bask in the opportunity that they may exert their will and influence on those they deem beneath them.

Weak seek to rule over others. The strong seek to rule over themselves.

I often say I don't believe that racism is a thing, hence my bastardization of the word (wacism).

Are there people out there who will hate me because I am black?


Are there people out there who will hate me because I am black while being black?


Are there white people who hate white people?

Are there Asian people who hate Asian people?

Are there Arab people who hate Arab people?

Are there Hispanic people who hate Hispanic people?

100% to all of them.

People are going to hate you.

If it is not your race, it could be your religion.

It will be your height.

It will be your weight.

It will be your age.

It will be your political affiliation.

It will be your smile, laugh, frown, or face.

People will hate you, no matter what.



Maxwell Jordan

I refuse to allow the perceivably insuperable legions of negative people in life to tear me down. I'll not be defeated by life, life will be defeated by me.